Some creatures are just born to sing. They lift our spirits, they give us great pleasure, they make us smile. If you are one who needs a lift, there’s a glorious singer giving concerts at Town Hall. Morning concerts are the longest, but there are shorter ones throughout the day. And they are free.
The “Pavarotti” favoring our community in this case is a wonderfully talented mockingbird, who generally sings from the weathervane on Town Hall, but sometimes from the chimney pot, too.
If you’re a bird-watcher, this little troubadour’s serenade will remind you of a check-list of birds of our area.
Mockingbirds, of course, get their name because their song is a sort of melodious montage “mocking” the songs of other birds. In one five-minute long aria recently, I counted nearly a dozen local species honored by imitation, including cardinals, goldfinches, robins, chipping and house sparrows, catbirds, yellow-throats, orioles, blue jays, and purple finches.
This singer doesn’t need a microphone. His voice sails out over Main Street and he’ll even add some fancy flying — flinging himself off the weathervane with a quick dart into the air, the white patches in his wings flashing.
Ayer residents should add his concerts to their recreation list for summer pleasures.
